Monday, 8 July 2013

Coach drivers who at first appear humble may well have the
slogan “speed demon” emblazoned somewhere upon their vehicle.

That the joy of finding a crab is still mesmeric, even when
you thought it would be horrible.

That 3G is as unreliable up here as anywhere else (sorry for the late messages Miss Andrews).

That no-one, absolutely no-one, likes the zig-zags. Still.
Ever.

That we have some fine swimming costume-age this year, and
some oven more fine one-sies.

Sometimes, even factor 50 is not enough. However, a cold shower and a bag of peas can
always be relied upon.

Seaweed, apparently, is slippy.

Generally, a positive and successful first day with loads of
fun, loads of grub and lots of giggles and cuddles, and more than just a smear
of sun cream.

May something higher than
David Bowie have mercy on our souls tomorrow (dull day tomorrow Bacon and egg brekkie, archery, rifle
shooting, beach barbecue, more time in beautiful Exmouth – or, as one child
calls it, “Heaven”).

About Me

I am from Birmingham and married to Sue. We have two drains on our disposable income, called Ruben and Thea, who regret to inform us that they intend to resent our existence for the next 15 years or so, give or take. We live in Yatton, where we have lots of friends, and where we have a million barbeques a year. I play badminton, but try not to run or win, and support the greatest team in the universe - Aston Villa FC, as well as loving a bit of rugby, cricket, golf, tennis, ...